POEM: Without Judgement

In the midst of a spiritual temper-tandrum, I wrote down my frustrations. Unedited. Untamed. I wrote. I wanted to polish it up before posting it here, but then thought otherwise. 

See, I believe that when you share an honest, HONEST moment of growth from hurt....you can REALLY help people. My friends, that is what a TRUE testimony is all about. So I want to take this opportunity, as small as it might be, to encourage someone. May God be glorified through this journey I am living. I hope this poem, my story, my experiences are helping you. Amen.

-Without Judgement-

Smeared ashes stain my pages/

Smeared tears contain my pillow/

Billows roll and ten years feels more than ages/

As following Christ is getting costly/

How can conversation become crewel interruptions/

Like dark covers in my sunlight

And midnight blues upon my moonlight/

Uncovering my darkness is no longer hard for me/

But even the intellects and smarty pants

Press their dance upon me/

Push their opinions in my ears and their dresses in my hands/

Go away from here/

Temptation is necessary... but what about social rejection/

Shall that always be my story

And this misery, my glory/

The mystery of fate is hysterectomy to my existence

I am forgotten/

I understand the protocol:

To walk by faith, not sight nor feeling/

But friends dodge me as I move

And the feel of falling leaves me hurting/

I'm lapping lonely story after story/

From each turn, by broken keeps breaking/

Decorate my joy with pain, why don't you/

Mistake my truth for fame, I dare you/

Just gimmie a shoulder for my journey

And a smiling face to keep me moving/

I'm asking for a friend to accept me for my real/

My flaws, my falls/

My push, my drive/

My downs, my rise/

My life, my story/

My balance of human life with my fine lines of faith/

Just accept me 

Without Judgement. 

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